Chapter 310 Disappearances and Deaths (Tomorrow, this world will end) ...
The charred military and police boat was covered in thick ash, and Sang Zhitao left clear footprints as she stepped on it.
She looked at the dust that had settled on the soles of her shoes, hesitated for a moment, and then a green light appeared beneath her feet.
The soles of her shoes were instantly cleaned, and she leaped lightly into the air, about one or two centimeters off the ground.
With a gentle wave of her sleeve, she flew to the front of the cabin.
After casting a protective barrier around herself, Sang Zhitao entered the cabin.
Upon entering, one sees more than a dozen charred corpses in various poses.
Sang Zhitao paused for a moment, then carefully rolled up the corpses and placed them on the deck.
As she continued forward, she got closer and closer to the alarm, and the number of corpses increased.
Finally, she stopped in a room full of machines.
Those machines had long since lost their protective shells, bearing the marks of lightning strikes, and were exposed to the air.
"Grab...grab..."
The equipment capturing information about the natural disaster was buzzing nearby, and the sirens nearby also sounded a few times.
A corpse was lying in front of the equipment.
Sang Zhitao was somewhat dazed when she saw the corpse's hand resting on the start button.
She could almost see this nameless military policeman using his last breath to transmit the information he had gathered about the disaster, before it even struck...
Sang Zhitao sighed silently, glancing around at the soldiers and police officers in various poses in the room, her mind flashing back to the corpses of other soldiers and police officers she had seen.
Images of the natural disaster flashed through her mind.
That was a thunderstorm disaster far exceeding past ones, a disaster beyond the definition of Level 4.
Faced with a natural disaster far exceeding expectations, the well-equipped military and police vessels demonstrated an outstanding response from the military and police personnel.
They split into several groups: one group continuously collected and reported data on natural disasters, another group revised and sent new alerts to various military and police ships, thus spreading them to every corner of the sea, and yet another group strengthened protective measures...
"Hello, I am Li Chaoyang from military police ship number 115..."
As Sang Zhitao turned around, she accidentally touched a button, and a clear sound suddenly came from the device next to her.
"My parents work on the Xue family's flagship ship. If you encounter them, please tell them I love them..."
"Hello, Li Muyang, Military Police No. 115, I am Chaoyang's older brother. Please tell Mom and Dad to take care."
"Zhang Lanfeng, No. 115, military and police ship, I have no relatives, but I love this world."
“Fu Zhaonan, No. 115, military police ship, please tell Li Mo, No. 227, military police ship, that I love her.”
"Guo Ru, on military/police vessel No. 115, wishes to be able to fly the military flag, if possible..."
"Military and Police Ship No. 115, Feng Xu..."
"Military and police vessel No. 115, Luo Jia..."
"Military and police ship No. 115, Zhang Yuan..."
Sang Zhitao stood silently and listened to all the messages.
A total of 123 items.
She counted them silently in her mind.
After waiting for a while and not hearing any new messages, she raised her hand to put the device into her sleeve.
"Buzz...buzz..." The sound suddenly came from the device again.
"I am Ding Wei, captain of the military police ship No. 115..." The voice paused for a moment before continuing, "I have discovered that the energy of the level 4 thunderstorm is approaching level 5. Please have the research ship reclassify the level."
The sound disappeared again for a few minutes.
"I am Ding Wei. I have a younger brother who works on the Lin family's merchant ship. His name is Crow. Please tell him to live well..."
The sound disappeared this time and never reappeared.
Sang Zhitao stared blankly at the equipment.
She never expected to meet the crow's relatives here.
The cold young man who looked at her warily upon their first meeting, as if afraid she would hurt Lin Luoluo, actually had an older brother.
This really surprised her.
The boat beneath our feet rocked slightly, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Sang Zhitao frowned, then with a flick of her sleeve, she stored the equipment inside her sleeve before flying out of the cabin with the corpse in tow.
The deck was already piled high with corpses.
The bodies were clearly distinguishable.
The leftmost group consists of the outermost batch of skeletons, which are mostly just broken limbs or even some metal ornaments.
Further to the right, there are more limbs left behind from these skeletons, but they have begun to carbonize, and the once tall figures have been reduced to thin, withered branches.
The skeleton on the right was almost completely charred, but it was so black it was unrecognizable as human.
On the contrary, those who remained in the control room still retained their human form, and their rank could be vaguely discerned from their accessories.
After a moment of silence, Sang Zhitao took out a box.
This box was something she had obtained in the world of pirates; it looked small but actually had a lot of space.
After the government took the contents, they returned the box to her.
Sang Zhitao kept a few as spares, and gave the rest to the state.
Of course, the government also rewarded her with a lot of money.
Later, when the government realized that money wasn't very useful to her, it simply prepared a property with extremely high security for her in every city.
However, since she acquired the "Hidden Space in the Sleeve," she hadn't used these boxes for a long time, so much so that she only remembered them now.
Sang Zhitao drew a talisman inside the box, then enlarged the box and put the corpses inside one by one.
For corpses whose identities could be identified, she made bronze plaques and hung them up; for those whose identities couldn't be identified, she could only put accessories inside.
Then, she took out a recording device she had kept in her sleeve years ago and recorded her last words from the message board.
Finally, place the device for sending last words into the box.
After the box was closed and shrunk to about one meter in size, Sang Zhitao carved words on it.
She recounted her unexpected encounter with the ship, told the story of the remains there, and shared the last words of those who had died there.
Hundreds of words were neatly engraved on the box.
In the end, after leaving a message on the military and police ship that she had given the person a proper burial, Sang Zhitao left a copy of her last words before burying the box at the bottom of the sea.
She could follow the customs of this world and throw all the remains into the sea.
But Sang Zhitao always felt that she wanted to bring peace to these military and police personnel in a way that was on Earth.
After seeing off the military and police ships, Sang Zhitao continued her journey eastward.
She didn't know how long she walked, but she encountered a second military or police boat.
Sang Zhitao didn't hesitate to descend to the deck; she wanted to tell them what had happened on the 115.
To avoid being mistaken for an enemy, Sang Zhitao descended at a slow pace.
She carefully descended onto the deck, but found no one there.
This made her heart skip a beat.
Carefully opening the barrier, I slowly entered the cabin.
There was nothing there...
Sang Zhitao frowned as she looked at the clean and tidy boat.
The ship looked nothing like the 115, but it also didn't look like nothing had happened.
Sang Zhitao walked around the military and police ship.
I found that there were still half-eaten foods on the tables in the cafeteria, some of which were still warm.
She found the captain's office.
On the table was a cup of warm coffee and an open navigation report.
Where did they go?
Sang Zhitao felt that the scene was eerily terrifying.
She quickly left the cabin and went onto the deck.
The ship remained deathly silent.
Sang Zhitao flew to the side of the military and police ship and found that it was marked with a number – Military and Police No. 227.
She was stunned, and her mind immediately went to Fu Zhaonan on number 115.
His lover was Li Mo from No. 227.
Sang Zhitao flew back to the deck, but the ship remained deathly silent.
Everything looked as if everyone had just left.
But under what circumstances would military and police personnel leave their ships without showing any signs of panic?
Sang Zhitao searched the boat several times but found no trace, so she had to give up and fly back into the air.
She flew in the sky for seven or eight days.
Sang Zhitao stopped at the top of a mountain peak, intending to take a break.
She now hardly needs to sleep or eat.
However, she has lived as a human for so long that eating and sleeping have long become habits.
She ate a bite of the split meat slice, took out a game console from her sleeve and played for a while before stretching and planning to fly for a bit longer before finding a place to release the ship and take a nap.
"Woo-woo..." The sound of large ships sailing came from afar.
Sang Zhitao looked up and saw a ship she was very familiar with appearing not far away.
Sang Zhitao looked at the large ship with some surprise, then with a flick of her sleeve, she got up and flew over there.
"Young Miss, a flying object is approaching!" Lin Luoluo was sitting in her office, pondering how to prepare for the next natural disaster, when she heard the message from the control room.
"Can't we avoid it?" she asked in a low voice.
"No, it looks like they're coming for us." The voice in the control room was filled with worry.
Lin Luoluo sighed silently, her voice tinged with barely perceptible weariness: "I know, I'll be right there."
"Crow!" she called out to her side.
Before she could get a response from the corner, she paused, then calmly packed up her documents, got up, and left.
“Miss,” the staff in the control room nodded to her and pointed to the alarm on the observation platform, “should meet us in a minute.”
"Can you detect what it is?" Lin Luoluo asked, frowning.
"No, but it's probably not an attack device," the staff member continued.
Lin Luoluo shook her head.
Although regulations stipulate that no one except military and police personnel can own flying equipment, as prominent families, who among them doesn't secretly own one or two aircraft or fighter jets?
Now, high-level natural disasters are becoming more and more frequent, and their energy is constantly rising, causing many powerful families to become restless.
It's not surprising that one or two lunatics would appear at a time like this.
"Young Miss!"
She wondered who would target the Lin family's merchant ships, only to discover that almost every prominent family was a suspect.
My thoughts were interrupted by a staff member's words, though I managed a wry smile.
Lin Luoluo looked up and followed the direction the staff member was pointing. The familiar green light made her freeze in place.
"Miss, should we attack?" The staff member nervously placed their hand on the attack button.
"No need!" Lin Luoluo quickly interjected to stop her.
The staff member looked at her, hesitated for a moment, and then removed his hand from the button.
Ignoring the staff's concerns, Lin Luoluo ran out quickly.
She pressed the elevator button, but found that the elevator door did not open. Looking up, she saw that the elevator was still on the first floor.
He turned around, pushed open the door, entered the stairwell, and ran down the stairs.
When she reached the deck, Sang Zhitao was less than 300 meters away from her boat.
"Lolo!" Sang Zhitao accelerated and landed on the deck.
"Tao Tao!" Lin Luoluo smiled and hugged her.
Sang Zhitao looked Lin Luoluo up and down. She wasn't wearing her usual gorgeous princess dresses; instead, she was wearing a combat suit.
"What's wrong with you?" Seeing that there was no trace of the pampered look on her face, Sang Zhitao was speechless.
Lin Luoluo curled her lips into a wry smile: "The level four natural disaster last time was really..."
Sang Zhitao knew she was referring to the thunderstorm that had occurred four hours earlier.
Level 4 natural disasters are occurring more and more frequently, especially thunderstorms, which seem to occur every one or two days.
Sang Zhitao silently looked around and found that the once-glorious Lin family merchant ship was now dilapidated and riddled with holes.
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